The turbulance starts up again, and David can't help himself.

"I think if you-" David began, but his words were cut off with another violent lurch of the plane. Candace lurched forward, then fell back against David, who grunted. "Oh, shit," he said instead.

They must have hit a storm or something, because the plane began rocking back and forth. A few passengers yelped, things were dropped, and Candace clung to David for dear life. She tried to ignore his hard dick touching every inch of her insides, rubbing against her with every more of the plane.

David, seemingly in a panic, looped his arms around her torso, right above her breasts. This rendered her completely unable to cover up, and she was back to square one. Only now, it was worse. Her tits bounced, calling the attention of passengers nearby. And if anyone looked lower, they would see her spread legs, wrapped around David's, and the base of his dick disappearing into her wet, needy pussy. Candace half whimpered, half screamed, her hands grabbing uselessly at David's arms.

Shit. If only she had snapped him out of it before he'd gotten inside her. Now she was stuck like this with no hope of escape.

"Please keep your seat belts fastened tight!" The captain's voice came over the intercom again, a slight edge to his voice. Candace moaned out loud, as now enough passengers were chattering nervously that she didn't think anyone would hear her. Besides, the rush of conflicting emotions was overwhelming her - the unwanted stimulation, coupled with the panic and fear, the humiliation, the helplessness and the disbelief - she felt like anything could happen to her in front of this crowd and nobody would care.

Speaking of what was happening to her, David seemed unable to shake the effects the friction was having on him. Again, he was thrusting into her pussy, holding her in place tightly. His head was buried in her shoulder, and Candace could hear him breathing heavily. She felt his motion, and though he was unable to do anything but shallow thrusts due to the angle, the chaos of the plane more than made up for it. She was trapped, impaled upon his dick, her **** body on full display.

The passengers closest to her turned to stare. She wondered what they were thinking, what they thought of her. She felt warm, and the whole situation felt unreal.

"D-David..." she breathed, and she wasn't certain she could make him stop this time. "David... I d-don't..." She couldn't form words.

In response, his hands found their way back to her tits. She felt his big hands rub her chest, and any more words she may have had to say were gone. She was lost in it, in the feeling of this stranger violating her, fucking her in front of all these people. She thought of the fact that she had lost all her clothes - who loses all their clothes? - and about how it had led to this. She had turned from a regular person to a public fucktoy, just from losing her clothes.

With a loud gasp, she came. Her pussy contracted tightly around his dick, and the plane dipped, then quickly rose. Candace's breathing slowed as she rode David, the waves of pleasure dissipating. He, she noticed, was still hard. She also noticed that the turbulence had slowed to a stop. The passengers around her were doing one of three things - pretending not to notice her, staring at her sopping wet pussy, or glaring at her with anger.

A thick blanket of shame overcame Candace. Slowly, she gathered her arms around her breasts, her face burning at the fact that there was still no way off David's cock. She supposed this was what they called post-nut clarity.

She took a deep breath, then turned to look at David. "D-do you think I could get up and sit over there now?" She gestured to the window seat.

David was still hiding his face, and for a moment Candace wanted to yell at him. Who did he think was more humiliated here? "Y-yeah," he groaned, "Just hold on a second."

Candace realized, with horror, what was going on. David was trying not to cum inside her. She realized just how precarious this situation was.